[ Navia blinks in dizzied confusion for the moment or two before Neuvillette joins her, helping her to her feet and winding an arm around her shoulder. Later, she'll remember to be ashamed of the way she presses into his side, leaning into him completely as he guides her to the couch. She feels quite faint even now, and she hates the way she sinks heavily into the soft cushions, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment or two.
She nods. ]
Yes, monsieur, please. [ Her voice is faint. ] I apologizeβ I am not quite sure what came over me.
[ It's a lieβ she is sure. But she doesn't want to admit the truth of the matter, that she's gone to her knees over her anxieties and fears about what could have happened. ]
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She nods. ]
Yes, monsieur, please. [ Her voice is faint. ] I apologizeβ I am not quite sure what came over me.
[ It's a lieβ she is sure. But she doesn't want to admit the truth of the matter, that she's gone to her knees over her anxieties and fears about what could have happened. ]